"Wait, Acromantula, cedarwood!"
Newt turned to look at the small bottle on the table. It was made of cedarwood.
Unscrewing the cap, Newt levitated a drop of liquid out.
"As expected, it's Acromantula venom, and the quality of this..."
Thinking of the Acromantula venom he had stored away, Newt realized that few of them matched the quality of the bottle Lucien had sent.
"Looks like that Acromantula was quite old. That's why its venom had become so potent."
To be honest, Acromantulas of that age should have been rare, which made Newt doubtful once more.
Just where had Lucien found so many Acromantulas? There had even been such an old specimen among them. It was probably a fairly large colony...
Newt looked at the pile of documents again. Stimulated by the Acromantula material, he had become even more curious about the rest.
Several pages floated into Newt's hands:
Centaurs...
Newt's eyes widened slightly. Centaurs had always been rather cold toward humans—calling it loathing would not have been an exaggeration for most of them—and had consistently kept humans at arm's length.
"How did that child even get records on Centaurs?"
Glancing at the half-stack of papers that remained, Newt badly wanted to know how much of it concerned Centaurs.
Just as Newt was about to summon them over with a spell, a concerned voice interrupted him:
"Newt, I heard you coughing just now. Did you catch a cold?"
"The weather here is too damp and chilly. You wouldn't come back to America with me to recuperate, either."
Tina looked at her husband as he flipped through the stack of papers and said gently:
"Have breakfast first."
"You eat first, Tina. I'll read for a while, then eat."
"..."
A minute later, Newt obediently sat down at the dining table.
Though he